Saturday, January 7, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
NJ asked for crackers and peanut butter. I make them into mini cracker sandwiches. I spread them out on his plate and gave it to him. He said, "Why you put it like that?" I paid no attention, I was so hungry and busy making my own food. When I turned around, there were his crackers, stacked up like a little tower. Such strange tendencies he has. Just like the way he lines up his cars or goes around adjusting things in the house. We caught him moving one of the barstools and we asked him not to touch it. He kept insisting on turning it until it faced the same way as the other two. He also does that with the tp in bathroom. I can just picture him when he's older, having everything on his desk at right angles and going around adjusting crooked frames on walls. A while ago I made him a pb and j that I cut into smaller pieces. Some of the pb left on the knife got onto the outside of the sandwich. When he got his sandwich, he says, "Mama, why you made a mess?" referring to the pb outside of the sandwich. It was so little- who cares?! I told him to eat it, it won't hurt him.
He got in so much trouble yesterday that almost all his toys are gone. I wondered wether he'd get into more trouble not having much to play with. Nope, he made do with what he had. And to my surprise, he was taking books off the shelf to look at them on his own. Usually he just sticks to whatever pile he makes in the other room and reads them over and over until I rotate it. Nice to know he was helping himself to even more books, that made me happy.
The boys went out for errands as I got some rest (and laundry done). They came back with lunch and the first thing that NJ says is: "I have prench pries!" Baba and I laughed. "Prench pries?!" Somehow lately he's been sounding a bit Filipino, ha ha. It all started with him retelling the story about me dropping frozen string beans all over the kitchen floor. I yelled, "No Dotty, don't eat them, they're frozen!" And from then on, he'd randomly say: "Mama drop the beans and say Dotty don't eat it, it's prozen!" Baba and I would laugh repeating, "It's prozen!" So now he's got a chinese and filipino accent, hmmm...
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
And the sick emerge... it's been a whole week since I've left the house. It was incredibly warm and bright out. The three of us went out together to do errands we couldn't put off. The little one fell asleep easily in the car, poor guy must be so tired from not feeling well.
Poor little NJ has been deprived to minimal parenting by a miserable Baba and Mama. Don't worry, he still gets fed, showered, and all that good stuff. We just haven't exactly had much energy to play with him, teach him, and talk to him as we normally do. There's a lot more grunting and sighing. All three of us are cranky, miserable, and not ourselves. Today since I was feeling better, I broke out some flash cards to teach and play with him a little.
I'm realizing more and more how much he needs pre-school. He would learn so much more than I can teach him, he'd love the classroom atmosphere, playing with other kids... And he's got so much energy now it'll be good for him to get out of the house and get his energy out doing other stuff. May as well be productive about it and have him learn. But my paranoia of sickness has not subsided. The debate continues!
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
This what we hear from NJ all day long...
I put something away in the cupboard: "Doonk."
I drop something: "Doonk."
Baba closes the door: "Doonk."
Baba sits down: "Doonk."
He crashes his cars together: "Doonk."
He puts his cup on the table: "Doonk."
He bumps into something: "Doonk."
Sound effects from our three year old. Uncle Perry was the one to point it out, I kind of noticed before but hadn't really thought that much about it. Was it influenced by Uncle Perry since it's a very Uncle Perry-like thing to put sound effects to random things? Did he make it up on his own? If so, where did it come from? It's a mystery.
He's also asking with every random noise, "What's that?" Even if he knows what it is!
Dotty snoring: "What's that?"
Kid next door crying: "What's that?"
Something drops on the floor: "What's that?"
A loud car drives by: "What's that?"
A plane flies over: "What's that?"
Hmm, what else? Oh, something else he's saying a lot of, "Is that for me?" Umm, no it's not! Well, sometimes yes, but mostly no....
I take something from the refrigerator: "Is that for me?"
Baba brings home groceries: "Is that for me?"
Baba brings something out from our bedroom: "Is that for me?"
Baba brings in the mail or a package: "Is that for me?"I get a phone call: "Is that for me?"